Padme Slave Costume Novels & Stories

It stands in the center, flanked by the delta and beta, with the two warriors beside them. She’s dressed in a flowing gown of silver and deep blue, the delicate straps highlighting both her strength and femininity. Moonflowers and lilies are woven into the black waves of her hair. She looks peaceful. Beautiful. As if she might open her eyes at any moment and tease us for standing around looking so damn miserable. I don’t even realize I’m standing at the pyre, Zak’s hand still clasped tightly in mine, until Dev places a hand on my shoulder. He leans in.

The warm water was soothing and calming, and for a moment, I forgot the world outside. I had slept better and felt more secure. It was strange to feel safe with someone I hated, but it was better than being alone. After my bath, as I got dressed, I thought about what I needed to do. I dressed in a simple tunic and leggings. As I left the room, I saw Alpha King Alex waiting for me, dressed in his royal attire. He looked at me and said, "You look better now.” I joined Alex in the dining hall for breakfast. We ate in silence, and I couldn't help but wonder what he had planned for me. As a slave mate, I was at his mercy, and I didn't know what the future held for me.

] [Quest Update: Minister’s Secret Weapon Activated. [New Target Identified: Minister Supanee (Mother).] [Host Readiness: Optimal.] An hour later, Pim stood in front of a full-length mirror, adjusting the collar of a crisp white shirt. The bruise on her cheek was faintly visible, but the tailored lines of the expensive silk trousers she now wore seemed to mock it, elevating her. Chalida, still in her rumpled designer dress, watched from a plush armchair, sipping a glass of iced water. Her face was pale, her expression a mix of exhaustion and simmering resentment.

She applied the body cream and face cream as she dressed up, putting on her uniform which was a bit different from the others she had seen the other day — it was the same style, just that hers was army green instead of black. Well, maybe because her position was different. "Yeah, I'm his slave after all." She nodded as she stood in front of the dressing mirror and packed her hair into a high ponytail. ★ Ice Pick chuckled again with his eyes glued to his phone. "She's clearly different, right?" He asked no one in particular. "The high ponytail looks good on her." James chuckled, peering into Ice Pick's phone as Ice Pick quickly turned off his phone's screen. "What's funny? And why are you lau

Those were two pieces of information I knew about him when his true identity was purported to be highly classified. However, rumors say that he is a founder of an ancient organization called, "The Alpha's Puppets", where girl kids are raised, trained, and use our naked bodies to fulfill his dreams and fantasies. Needless to say, Vladimir was as tall, had fair white skin, and was a good-looking man since eight years ago when his group of men kidnapped and locked us in a facility on a small private island. For the past eight years, I was trained through thick and thin hand-to-hand combats, which toughened my emotions, and taught me about the value of teamwork and friendship.

Miranda gave her a high-five. "He's got a nice ass. Think he'd let me put him in spandex?" Rashae winked and sipped her drink. Rashae was a brilliant costume designer. She could make just about anyone look amazing with the right fit. Andrea's Princess Leia gown was one of Rashae's designs. Zain in one of her spandex suits would be...comical or hot. Knowing Rashae though-hot. "Can you make him a Deadpool outfit?" Miranda chuckled. "I don't know, he doesn't strike me as the anti-hero type." Rashae pivoted toward Andrea. "What do you think? He seems more like a classic hero type to me."

"Forgive my lowly tongue, Master Franklin... but Master Cedron commanded your body to wear these exact garments for the Warlord's night hunt. And there is a high-frenzy pheromone vision-disc hidden inside the lining. You will comprehend the carnal instructions the moment your hands play the feed before the alpha." "Get your boots out of my chamber before my claws shred your throat," I snarl, my silver eyes flashing with absolute fury as the servant scurries out, locking the heavy iron bolts behind his heels. Left entirely alone inside the dim, torch-lit master quarters, my fingers rip open the heavy sack. My jaw drops in pure, unadulterated shock as I haul the garments into the firelight. It

POV: Ericka "Madam, you look stunning," Jasmine complimented her. "I haven't seen you dressed like this before." "When there are special events, you need to dress the part," she replied. She examined herself in the mirror. The backless royal blue gown that reached the floor suited her fair skin. It had a high slit up to her thigh. She wore minimal makeup and only accessories, paired with silver glittery stilettos. She looked like she was about to join a beauty pageant.

GALLAHAN’S POV With hands that were still trembling with barely contained anger, I fastened the last button of my waistcoat. Then I slipped my arms into the sleeves of my ceremonial robe, which was light blue around my shoulders and midnight blue around my forearms and legs. With tiny diamonds studded all over the darkest shade of blue, I fucking felt like I was halfway into becoming a replica of that gaudy-looking Prince Bubba of Agvanda. “Looking good!” Maliya, who was already donning a silky yellow robe over a long white dress, complimented me chirpily, trying to get me to lighten up.

“We’re almost ready.” Celeste took a sip of her coffee. “No trailers? No fuss?” Mara’s grin was quick, conspiratorial. “I promised you plain, didn’t I?” Celeste laughed softly, warmth humming through her ribs. “Yes. You did.” Inside, she changed into the costume, simple trousers, a worn cotton blouse. A version of herself that wasn’t glammed or armoured, just… human. She sat at the small vanity Mara had propped by the open French doors, dusting the faintest touch of powder over her skin while someone pinned her hair into a loose knot.